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No Pain No Gain
Chapter Twenty-One
John looked up from where he was sat on the edge of his hospital bed. He was finally going to go home. He was still a little tired and cranky because of the lack of sleep he had while he was there, but that was to be expected with a concussion. He smiled as Sherlock walked into the room with the last of his discharge papers. He stood up, wincing as his ribs once again made themselves known to him that moving wasn't a good idea.
"Are you sure you don't want a wheelchair to take you to the taxi?" Sherlock asked as he looked to his friend. The nurse had insisted that Sherlock bring one with him, but he had left it outside, just in case his friend did wish to use it.
John could see the worry in his friend's eyes and said softly, "I'm fine Sherlock. I just need to get up and moving around a little. I'll soon be chasing you over the roof tops again."
Sherlock sighed as he nodded reluctantly, he went over to him and picked up the small bag of things that Mrs Hudson had given over to one of Mycroft's minions to bring over for them. "All right," he said as the door opened once again and Dr Inis walked in.
"Hello Dr Watson," he smiled as he looked to the now standing beside his bed, "just a few things to go over as you leave us, though I have no doubt that you already know what you need to do."
John smiled to him and nodded, "Yes I know, take it easy. If I start to feel ill, to come back, especially if anything else develops, numbness, dizziness, vomiting and such, I know the symptoms to look out for." he ended, giving the other doctor a grin.
Dr Inis nodded and grinned, "Yes," he chuckled as he then added, "I hope I don't see you again, and make sure to take care of yourself. And do use the wheelchair provided. Standard procedure, you know that." he reminded the two me, as he had seen the wheelchair outside of the room.
"I will, and thank you for the help." John smiled back, "I'd rather not use the wheelchair," he insisted as he looked to the other man.
Dr Inis sighed, he could tell that John would be stubborn about it, "I'll leave it to your discretion, but I advise that you do."
"I'll take it under advisement," he reposed with a nod.
"Bye Dr Watson," he said with a smile as he turned and began to leave the room.
"Bye Dr Inis, and thank you," John said once more as he then turned to Sherlock after the doctor had left.
"Well Sherlock, I'm ready to go home," he said wearily looking to his friend.
Sherlock gave a nod of his head, a small smile on his face. Happy that John was coming home now, even though he wasn't fully recovered. Sherlock hadn't stepped foot in Baker Street since he had found out about John's attack. He hovered close to John as they slowly made their way through the maze of hospital corridors. They stepped out into the London air and got into the waiting taxi. It didn't take long for them to be on their way home.
John looked over to Sherlock as they sat in the back of the cab and asked softly, "Why didn't you go home last night?"
Sherlock looked to him and replied with his own question, "and what makes you think I didn't?"
"Because in the bag with my things, there's some clothes that belong to you. Along with the fact that I can tell you haven't shaved today, as you have a bit of a shadow. Also, every time I was woken up, you were still there, barely moved." He replied with his observations, a soft smile on his face.
"I worry John. You went to work, went to Tesco and didn't come back. Then I find out from Lestrade that something had happened to you. I couldn't help but think back to the night at The Pool." He said, a shudder running up his spine as he thought of that night.
John sighed gently as he said, "I'm sorry for worrying you."
Sherlock looked over and shook his head as he told his friend gently, "It isn't your fault. There is nothing for you to be sorry about."
"I can still be sorry though." He said as the taxi soon pulled up to the curb outside of their home.
John got out first, wincing as he stood up and went to the door. Sherlock paid for the taxi quickly as he rushed to the front door and opened it for John. He hovered behind John as he walked up the stairs, the doctor couldn't help but roll his eyes at how protective his flatmate was being. Though he knew that a part of it had to do with Moriarty and the incident at The Pool. He walked over to his chair and sat down, sighing as he finally felt as though he was truly home.
"Tea?" Mrs Hudson asked as she walked into the room, and looked down to John. A hint of relief in her eyes that he was back home, though there was still a little worry hidden behind it.
"That would be wonderful Mrs Hudson." He smiled in answered as she moved over to him.
"Oh what did they do to you my boy," she said as she knelt down to get a proper look at him, running a hand through his hair. He hand gently moving his face around so she could get a good look at him. She hadn't gone to the hospital as Sherlock had told her that they would be back home the next day.
"I'm fine Mrs Hudson, a few days and I'll be back to normal." He reassured her softly, taking a hold of her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
She shook her head as she stood up once again and went into the Kitchen, "Has that nice detective friend of yours got the ones who did it yet?" she asked as she made the three of them some tea, glad that she had thought to bring up some freshly baked biscuits.
"He said he had a good idea of who they were and would be going to take them in for questioning later on today." Sherlock was the one to answer as he sat on the sofa and watched his friend, noting that he was more relaxed now that he was home.
"Good to hear," she nodded to herself as she brought the tea in along with a plate of biscuits on a tray, making sure that they were in easy reach for John.
"Thank you Mrs Hudson, you are as ever, wonderful," John smiled to her happily as he picked up his tea and took a biscuit to dunk in it.
"I still say you should have listened to me yesterday," Sherlock mumbled as he looked to his friend and then picked up his cup, letting his hands wrap around it.
"It could still have happened. I needed to go to the shops anyway, so it still could have happened anyway. We were running low on a number of things. I don't suppose you had anything brought in while I was at the hospital either," John said with a slight shake of his head. It wouldn't have been something Sherlock would have thought about.
"I did a bit of shopping John, when Sherlock told me what happened." Mrs Hudson smiled to them both, "Oh Sherlock, have you seen the papers?" Mrs Hudson then asked as she got up and got the paper from the kitchen, where she had placed it earlier.
"I haven't had chance Mrs Hudson, been a little busy," he answered her as she brought it over and handed it to him.
"Read it out Sherlock," John asked him, he didn't want to be reading the newspaper just yet, since he knew it would hurt his head a little more.
Sherlock nodded his head as he began to read the article.
No Leads in Murder Case
As the investigation into the murders of three local women moves into its eighth week, there have been no new leads. All avenues that the police were investigating have gone dry, as they are no closer to catching the killer. The three women, they have been named as, Martha Read, 32, murdered on the 7th August, Mary-Ann Summers, 29, murdered on the 31st August and Annie Harris, 34, murdered on the 8th September, were each killed in the early hours of the morning and found at day break.
Rumours have been tossed around about their killer, even killers, as it was first to have been believed as being separate cases. DI Smithton laid those rumours to rest yesterday afternoon, during a press conference.
"These killings are the work of one man, we have new evidence that has been found to link all three women to the same killer," DI Smithton was quoted to have said. He is also asking that if there is anyone out there that might have information about the last known movements of the victims to please come forwards. There is no word from him what the evidence was, and there are also no details on how the women were killed, only that a knife was used.
DI Smithton is now facing the mounting pressure from the public as he tries to handle an investigation of this size. He is a new DI, promoted only recently, and one has to think of how much pressure this is putting on the DI. There are rumours going around that if nothing happens soon, the investigation will be given to someone who has more experience in homicide.
The women of this city are too afraid to go out alone. And they are not the only ones. People are taking a number of precautions in case this killer strikes again. I for one will be doing the same. We have been told to make sure to let others known where we are, whom we are with and what we are doing. Also to try and stay with someone you know when you go out. I give two words to the women of this city, and they are, Be Safe.
Sherlock finished reading the small article and then looked to John and Mrs Hudson. He waited a moment before he said, "well, looks like he is as incompetent as the rest of them."
John shook his head a little at him as he told Sherlock, "He's new, and by the sounds of it, it will be transferred to someone else. If it is, I think it will be Lestrade. He had a good reputation of closing cases under his belt, thanks to you. And you know if it does go to him he will most likely call you in as soon as he can."
"Let us hope for that then Sherlock," Mrs Hudson smiled as she stood up and said, "Well, I shall leave you two boys alone, and make sure to take care of each other. And Sherlock," she called out getting the mans attention, "Key a good eye on him."
Sherlock gave a small smile, "I will."
"Bye Mrs Hudson and thank you for the tea." John said as he saw Sherlock nod his head before lying down on the sofa.
Mrs Hudson smiled at the two of them as she then left the flat, going back to her own.
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